The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 A Silent Confession

Hearing her words, Abraham’s hand froze for a moment.

Then, without a word, he scooped her up–blanket and all–and settled her on his lap.

“Ow, it hurts,” Stella whimpered.

Abraham gently pulled the blanket away from her face.

What met his eyes was Stella’s flushed little face, red from holding her breath for so long.

Abraham’s expression was serious.

Stella blinked up at him, her wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears, looking impossibly pitiful.

Abraham sighed helplessly. “It hurts a lot?”

Stella nodded, looking absolutely miserable.

Abraham carefully checked her over despite her protests. She was injured not seriously, but definitely hurt.

After the check, Stella immediately dove back under the covers. “You get out now!”

Abraham chuckled softly, reached out, and pulled the blanket off her head again.

Stella started fighting him like a wildcat.

But the next second, she froze.

His cool lips pressed down on hers.

Stella’s pupils shrank sharply.

Wait–that–this–they-

Just as Abraham was about to pull away, Stella grabbed his robe in a panic.

Abraham raised an eyebrow. “What? Still not enough?”

Stella’s already fever–flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red, as if she might start dripping blood at any moment.

She stared into his deep eyes, her toes curling up, and stammered, “You–you’re sober right now, aren’t you? Do you realize what you’re doing?”

She sniffed carefully there was no smell of alcohol on him.

He’s sober… completely sober.

And just now… he had actually-

Thinking about the way he had pinned her down earlier, Stella’s heart started thudding violently.

The distance between them had completely crossed any boundaries siblings should have.

If so… then what were they now?

Abraham rubbed her soft hair affectionately. “What’s wrong? Scared?”

Stella grabbed his hand tightly

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Abraham squeezed her little hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers. “Mm. I started it.”

His voice was gentle and indulgent, instantly calming the chaos inside her.

No one knew how much fear and uncertainty she had been carrying ever since last night.

Especially since Abraham had been both drunk and drugged.

She had been terrified he would wake up, forget everything, and refuse to acknowledge what happened.

Hearing him say this now, Stella’s eyes instantly filled with tears.

She popped out of the blanket and threw her arms around his neck. You scared me to death!”

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“I thought you wouldn’t admit it… I thought you’d hate me… sob, sob…”

When Eddie had almost pulled off her scarf earlier, she had been so terrified.

Terrified everyone would find out what had happened between her and Abraham during that snowstorm.

Stella sobbed harder.

Abraham gently patted her back. “Silly girl.”

His voice was indulgent, with a hint of helpless affection.

Stella cried into his chest. “You’re bad.”

Abraham chuckled and gently pried her arms from his neck, tucking her back into the blanket.

I’m going to get you some medicine.”

Only then did Stella truly relax.

Hearing Abraham repeatedly confirm everything settled the wildly rocking waves in her heart.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Eddie had been waiting in the living room the whole time.

When he saw Abraham coming down, he stubbed out his cigarette and said, “She got hurt? Seriously? She’s at your side and Mill managed to get hurt? Did someone find their way here?”

At the mention of “those people,” Abraham’s gaze immediately darkened, a sharp, cold light flashing in his eyes.

“You think that’s even possible?” he said coldly.

Eddie swallowed nervously. I figured not.”

As long as Stella was here, there’s no way Abraham would let anything happen to her.

But… Then how did she get hurt?“

Abraham replied calmly, “Bring fever medicine. And something for injuries.

Eddie was speechless.

Hiss…

Suddenly, a memory flashed in Eddie’s mind–Stella earlier, bundled up in that ridiculously thick scarf.

Could it be that kind of injury?